If Kai’er was men’s desire, then Di Qi was the fantasy of both men and women. She blended male strength with the delicate androgynous beauty of femininity, effortlessly navigating between the scales of men and women.
Dangerous Encounter
Always dressed as a boy, she radiated a dreamlike magic that satisfied both men’s and women’s fantasies.
Of course, she belonged to Kai’er, and no one could touch her.
When they appeared together on the dirty streets of the slums, the slums no longer seemed like slums.
All men and women stared at them hungrily, while they continued to be affectionate, paying no attention to anyone else. Men and women alike gritted their teeth, wondering when they would break up.
“Hey, Di Qi, Kai’er, how about a drink? I have a few big deals, and we might be able to collaborate.”
It was Jacques again. Di Qi turned her head and saw Jacques leaning against his motorcycle, smiling warmly at them.
“No need. We’re not on the same path. I’ve told you this before; clearly, your memory isn’t good.”
Jacques was unperturbed: “Don’t be so cold to me, Di Qi. You know we’re the same kind of people.”
People who grew up in the slums rarely had skin as fine and clean as Jacques’. His posture and attire were so refined, almost like a well-educated civilian. He had the slums’ unique light golden curly hair. Everyone said he was the most beautiful youth in the slums, but in some ways, Di Qi was not inferior to him.
Her body was slender and proportionate, strong yet flexible, full of vitality. Her wheat-colored skin glowed with health, her features three-dimensional and delicate, with shining black short hair and a pair of amber eyes.
Her eyes were like a cat’s, her walk light and agile, essentially a wild cat. Everyone called her “Cat-Eye Di Qi”.
Di Qi was indifferent to his enthusiasm: “Maybe, but definitely not on the same path.”
She disdained currying favor with civilians or lower nobility, while Jacques was eager to become a civilian and happy to be their lackey. Di Qi scorned associating with him.
